His heart is vacant Yet he leaves no room To furnish her love Save Or let her drown In the absence Of your affection
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His heart is vacant Yet he leaves no room To furnish her love Save Or let her drown In the absence Of your affection
- u c h e
We tend to forget that we’re truly all one big family coexisting in this suspending sphere of a home we call earth. Why are you still angry? It’s time to let go of feelings that don’t serve you. Go for an evening stroll and feel the gentle coolness of wind as she blows through the trees - feel your heartbeat slow to the sound of rustling leaves, and get immersed in that silent tranquil feeling of love.
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The above assertion simply explain that time is an abstract phenomenon that exist only in the mind. The past is only what human mind can remember, the present is what the mind considers at present which can reflect the past and the future. And finally the future is the human mind in expectation. In recent time, it has been observed in some areas of Igboland that calculation of time and dates have started resulting to misunderstanding when it clashes with the Euro-American style of calculations like the issue of period of mourning for widows and widowers in some communities in Igboland. . . - Time in Igbo Cosmology: The Ritual and Its VAlues, Anayo Benjamin Ossai
http://dx.doi.org/10.4314/og.v12i s1.4
“I wish I could believe that I was born in the land of the free. But I can’t find comfort or freedoms in a land built on the genocide of one group and the enslavement of another.”
- Cricket
You see it's all an illusion, there is no pain. Pain exists for those who believe there is pain.
- Dad. Nov 20, 2019
We can’t breath!
- Prof PLO Lumumba
It’s not reverse discrimination it’s delayed justice
- Jane Elliot
If what you like to do is healing, learn how to heal without the same companies that are giving us the poisons in agriculture then selling us the medicines.
- Dr. Vandana Shiva
The palm wine tapper is to southern Nigeria what the chimney sweep was to industrial England and the iceman to turn‐of‐the‐century slums in New York.
- New York Times, Nov. 8, 1976
Nosce te ipsum
What a peculiar sweetness you exude, like wild rose and vervain.
- u c h e
Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?
- Chimamanda Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
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“…to arrive at that beautiful ancient innocence which consists of the ability to plunge into dream…”
— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Essay on Music,” wr. c. 1932
What we do observe, all this richness, is a deliberate spatio-temporal algorithm attuned to particular electromagnetic frequencies.
Robert Lanza & Bob Berman, Beyond Biocentrism 2016
I tasted a glimpse of love, and I want it back
“She let herself drift along the meanders of melancholy, her ear attuned to the music of harps echoing over lakes, to all the songs of dying swans, to all the falling leaves,”
— Gustave Flaubert, from “Madame Bovary,” published c. October 1856